Yesterday was an all-time hangover. Here’s how my day went:

  • Wake up at 9
  • Throw up
  • Lay on the floor of my room for 20 minutes
  • Put on running shorts
  • Lay back on the floor for another 20 minutes
  • Throw up
  • Run 5.5 miles in 8:30s with a lot of walk breaks
  • Lay on the floor for an hour
  • Shower
  • Lay in bed for three hours
  • Go to CVS for Pedialyte
  • Drink Pedialyte
  • Throw up over the rail of the Penn’s Landing entrance while people stare at me
  • Watch 11 episodes of Parks and Rec in a row
  • Take Nyquil
  • Go to bed

I don’t know if this is a function of getting older, but yesterday was awful, the least productive day of my life. I had a killer hangover for 12 straight hours. Just kill me.

No real reason for this post other than to complain.